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Best Bathroom Furniture Guide for Efficient Storage Solution for Your Bathroom

Are you planning for your bathroom to add usability with an elegant look? Bathroom furniture is the best way to make your bathroom perfect in terms of best style & usability. Whether it’s your personal bathroom or a family bathroom, it is a private place for everyone to get refreshed and relax.

Hence, when you design a layout for your bathroom, consider the most important bathroom furniture essential for your daily requirement. In this best bathroom furniture buying guide, we help you how to choose the most essential bathroom furniture for your dream bathroom.

First, you should fix your budget to buy the furniture. Also, ensure that which furniture best suits your bathroom, like Modern Bathroom Furniture or Traditional Bathroom Furniture. Besides, consider some significant factors such as size, style, shape, and storage capacity in addition to your budget limit.

You have a broad range of choices to select the best quality & brand of bathroom furniture, such as Duravit bathroom furniture UK, Vitra Bathroom Furniture, Burlington bathroom furniture, and many others.

Before deciding on buying furniture, you should first design a floor plan of your bathroom that gives you a precise idea to place each piece of furniture accurately. Make a smart selection to give your bathroom a space-saving storage solution.

You have choices of bathroom furniture such as open units, furniture with doors, drawers, etc. You can choose open units for your limited budget or not enough space to open doors or drawers. Selecting the storage cabinet with doors or drawers depends on the available space to open doors or drawers. Remember, the door or drawer should not collide with other bathroom products, the main door, or windows. 

Freestanding or Fitted bathroom furniture can decide based on available bathroom space.

For your luxurious and spacious bathroom, you can go with a freestanding choice, but Combination Bathroom Furniture looks great in your small or modern bathroom.  With fitted bathroom furniture, you can fix everything under place. You can use your dead space like corners to place your furniture.

Create a bespoke look of bathroom furniture by combining multiple wall-mounted and floor-standing units with fitted bathroom furniture. They come in different colors & sizes with the choice to select the knobs & handles of different styles.

With an accurate measurement of the height, length & breadth of your bathroom space, you should also ensure the exact locations of the power supply and mains water. Vitra Bathroom Units offers an unmatched look and luxury with the best storage solution for spacious or small bathrooms.

Bathroom cabinets are the most useful pieces of furniture to store items and keep them out of reach of children. You can fix it above your basin. The different bathroom cabinets include Freestanding Cabinets, Mirror Cabinets, HIB Mirror Cabinets, and others. Keep it in a place that becomes handy for you to get things, easily.

To hide your messy pipework underneath your basin area, vanity units are a great option. It offers an extra storage solution with drawers & cupboards in your bathroom. You can choose a countertop or semi or fully integrated basins into your vanity unit. You can select Wall Hung Vanity unit with basin, Burlington vanity unit with basin, Vitra Voyage Vanity Unit, Tavistock Bathroom Vanities, Cloakroom bathroom vanities, Floor Standing Vanity Units, or others to enhance the look of your designer bathrooms in the UK.

Wall-hung units play a vital role in creating an organized look for your bathroom. It is as useful as your kitchen cupboard that provides a handy storage solution for towels, toiletries, etc. As it is mounted on a wall, it keeps your floor area open, which makes it easy to clean and well-maintain. Check the strength of your wall so that it can bear the weight of the wall-mounted unit.

Freestanding bathroom furniture is the best option for your spacious bathroom.  This standalone furniture can install easily and can move anywhere if you want to rearrange the position of your bathroom furniture.

Tall storage units are a great space-saving storage option for bathrooms having a limited area for furniture. Generally, it contains shelves, storage components, and drawers. You can choose a wall-mounted or freestanding tall storage unit based on your bathroom layout.

You can choose a bathroom mirror with a storage unit or a separate one. If you don’t have any wall space to fix the mirror, you can choose combination furniture in which you will get a storage mirror cabinet of your desired style, size, and design. Choose Non-Illuminated Mirrors for bathrooms having enough lights or Illuminated Mirrorsfor dark bathroom area. Thus, you can enhance the look of your contemporary or classic bathroom using mirrors.

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From the book Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD:

Putting a coat on the back of a chair by the door is fine, but if you prefer, use coat hooks and a large catch-all basket for dropping keys, hats, gloves.

Small bookcase end-table next to the couch to store craft projects, books, and other things being worked on for easy access.

Add a storage unit near the dining room table to transition between eating and working there.

Daily toiletry items should be stored in a basket that you can move easily

Extra toiletries and medicine cabinet items go in open shelf/basket storage so they can be seen and used easily. If items no longer fit, purge the excess. Don't obscure the view!

If you disrobe in the bathroom, place a tall hamper in there.

Keep a set of cleaning supplies in each bathroom

Edit: I also have this post on budgeting with ADHD + feel free to check my tags, coz I am trying to remember to tag as needed for this stuff. :)

#i miss having this stuff in place bc i feel like i was doing much better when it was #adult adhd #adhd blogging #adhd

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ghost comes home

the 141 needs a place to sleep for the night and your house happens to be here. (simon introduces his secret wife to the task force, and it gets steamy after)

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ghost trudged up the hill, already regretting his decision. the 141 needed a place to lay low for the night, and of course they happened to be a mile from your remote summer home. he had a feeling you’d be there too, and here he was bringing four killing machines to your door in the middle of your summer vacation.

they had stopped before the door, and soap was itching with curiosity. it was a cozy lake house, two stories tall and perfect for a small family. there was a car in the driveway and the front porch lights were on, but he didn’t have any clue as to what, or who, awaited them inside. even though ghost had his mask on, soap could still sense how reluctant he looked. “don’t ask questions. come here.” ghost led them around the house to a small shed, wood on the outside but surprisingly modern on the inside. he opened up a military standard weapons storage unit and pointed at it. “every single gun, knife, grenade, weapon. in here.” price had started removing his weaponry but gaz and soap did a double take. “l.t. you’re saying go completely weaponless? what if-“ “if you can’t defend yourself with your bare hands that’s your problem, not mine. if you want to sleep outside, go ahead.” ghost said definitively. gaz and soap complied, and soon the group looked a lot closer to four guys on a camping trip than a ruthless task force. they went to the front of the house again, and ghost pulled out a key. “don’t make noise, don’t touch anything, don’t sit. the lights are going to be off. shoes off at the door.” the anxiety was getting to soap, he had no clue where they were but with how protective ghost seemed, he had a feeling he was going to know a lot more about his l.t. soon.

ghost opened the door, instantly greeted with the after smell of those lavender candles you always lit. it was dark except for the lowlights he had installed last june so that you could see when you came downstairs at midnight for a snack. he saw your books on the breakfast table and your slippers in the living room, the comforting feeling of home covering him like a warm blanket. he took his shoes off and walked quietly to the stairs, knowing every squeak and how to avoid them. a door upstairs opened and he swore underneath his breath, not wanting to wake you until the morning, but of course you’d seen his location and wanted to say hello.

it was midnight, and you had just finished a particularly smutty chapter in your romance book when you got the notification that the door had been opened. you checked simon’s location and of course it was him. you flung of the covers and opened your door, greeted with a silent house except for the sounds of fabric moving. you looked down the stairs and there he was, skull mask shining in the moonlight. you rushed down the stairs and jumped into his arms, reveling in the feeling of home. “hi si.” you said breathlessly, legs tightening around his waist. “hi, dove. did i wake you?” you pulled up his mask for a long kiss, heart beating finally finally. “no, i was reading.” “aye, one of those dirty romance books, hm?” you giggled as he knew you so well. “maybe so. you’ll just have to come upstairs and…” you trailed off, having looked over his shoulder into the living room where three giant men stood awkwardly. you climbed out of his arms (simon huffed), intrigued by the situation at hand. “you brought company?” you turned on the lights to reveal the three strangers.

soap blinked and couldn’t believe his eyes. there was his l.t., a 6’4 killer on the battlefield, with his mask half up his chin, hand around your waist, and love in his eyes. and of course, there was you. you didn’t seem nervous to have three intimidating men in your living room, if anything you looked excited. you seemed molded to ghost, your movement reflecting each other for maximum physical contact at all times. quickly, you pulled down ghost’s mask so the team didn’t have the chance to glimpse his face. you moved forward with a small smile, head cocking as you analyzed the men in front of you. “dove, this is-“ “the 141. i’ve heard a lot about you. didn’t expect to meet you all in my pajamas.”

“you’re much better looking than us anyways.” soap replied, diffusing the tension. he didn’t miss how ghost’s hand tightened on your waist and his eyes narrowed. this was going to be fun.

“well it’s lovely to meet you all, though i’m not sure why it’s right now. i’m -“ “mrs. riley.” ghost cut in. “you will address her as such.” you smacked his chest playfully as he looked down at you, eyes switching from cold protectiveness to endearment. “nonsense. you can call me by my name.” you said, extending your hand to price. “you must be captain price. and you’re wearing your hat!” the greetings continued in a similar fashion as you remarked upon everyone’s unique physical indicators, known from simon’s constant stories about the group. after realizing the military was in fact in your living room, a slight tension curled up your spine. simon noticed immediately, of course, and turned you both around, giving you a sense of relief. “guns in the house?” you whispered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. that was the one requirement you had. “never, love. they’re in the shed.” you relaxed instantly. “okay, they can stay. are you staying?” your thumb laid over his hand, tracing the veins you had memorized thousands of times before. “you’ve got me for one night. transport comes at noon tomorrow. you sure you’re okay with this? we can camp outside. just happened to be near the house and needed a place to sleep.” “of course i’m okay with it, si. i trust you. and now i have you for one night.” you ended with a smirk, knowing your husband would not get a lick of sleep tonight. “we have two guest bedrooms, so you’ll have to share.” you announced, turning back to the group. “i’ll go ready the rooms.” simon whispered into your ear, squeezing your waist once before going upstairs. he didn’t want to leave you alone but he trusted his men, and didn’t want you to work more than you had to. he never did.

“well,” you plopped down in your favorite chair, the men still standing awkwardly. “sit down. we’ve got about five minutes to answer your questions before my husband whisks me away for the night.” soap sat down eagerly, bouncing with energy as he readied all his questions. gaz took in the scene before him, and only had one burning question. “captain, why aren’t you surprised?” price turned to him with a small smile, taking his hat off out of respect. you answered for him. “john and i have talked before, just never in person. there’s a lot of paperwork to do when you want to marry a ghost who’s in a secret task force.” you played with your ring finger unconsciously, and though your ring was off as you had been preparing for sleep, they could all see the tan outline on your fingers. “i’ve known about mrs. riley here for a while, but her existence is the only thing ghost told me.” price added in. he was big on respect, but even he was excited to meet ghost’s secret wife. the one who has extended secret protection whenever he was deployed, the one whose ring he wore next to his dog tags. 

“i think you want to rapid fire interrogate.” you said with a smile, turning to soap. “let’s do it”.

“where’d you meet?”

“manchester.”

“how?”

“i spilled my drink on him in a cafe. might have been on purpose to get him to talk to me.”

“you’re the perfect lass for him. how long have you been together?”

“four together, two married.”

they all exhaled a breath at that. for four years, ghost had been carrying a secret. with his past, or as much as he told them, they knew why, but it was still a blow.

“he loves you guys. he wanted to tell you all, we’d been planning it. just not like this. he kind of hoped someone would notice the ring on his dog tags and bring it up, but i had a feeling you all were a bit scared of him.” you could sense the tension and wanted to show simon’s thinking process to them as much as you could without spilling his secrets. with his past, he had been so worried about you being in danger. it was one of your agreements that he’d tell them in his time, and never before.

“what do you do?”

“i’m an author, hence the books.”

there were books everywhere. the shelves, the tables, the floor. in fact, with the lights on, soap now noticed a small ball of fur cuddled with a book under the coffee table.

“did ghost build this place?”

“basically. it was a fixer-upper. he gave it to me for our honeymoon and he’s been working on it ever since. it’s my getaway when i want to write.” soap spotted ghost coming down the stairs, and wanted to make the last question less personal, just in case.

“how do you deal with the bad jokes?” you opened your mouth to reply, but simon’s hand rested on your shoulder and you closed it. “enough. your rooms are ready.” simon said in a gruff voice, wanting to be alone with his wife already. you knew what that tone meant, and you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. you guided the men to their rooms, gaz and soap splitting one, making sure they had everything they needed. then finally, finally, you went into your room with simon and locked the door.

“hi again.” you said shyly as he gathered you into his arms. “you good? overwhelmed?” he asked, knowing he had intruded on your solitude without warning. “i should be asking you that. are you okay?” you guided him to your bed, sitting him down on the edge. he sighed, and you slowly pulled off his mask, giving him time to stop you. with his face finally revealed, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, moaning at the taste of your husband. “i’ve missed you.” simon finally said, avoiding your last question. “me too.” you kissed his forehead, his hairline, trailing down to his cheeks and chin. reverent. it had been two months, not the longest you’ve gone without him, but still you never got used to the time alone. his hand twitched as he showed the number three with his fingers. a while ago, you had a long conversation about showing your emotions. when either of you were too overwhelmed, you used your hands to show it. one meant needing alone time, two meant panic attack, and three meant being together and moving to a different subject. you gave him a small smile, running your hands through his hair, shorter now that he was deployed. “let me make you feel good.” you whispered, and he nodded, putting his trust in you easily.

you unclipped his gear, slowly, surely. slipping off his vest, guiding his arms. you slid off his gloves one by one. simon loved how you treated him delicately, so different from his life in the military. there were no threats, no enemies to think about, just you and him in this quiet room. he’d soundproofed it last year after the incident with your parents, so there were no worries about disturbing his teammates. with his gear off, you took off his shirt, bringing it over his head and throwing it into the corner. his scars were fully visible, and you kissed each one with pleasure. “let” kiss “me” kiss “make” kiss “you” kiss “feel” kiss “good” kiss. he was slowly coming back to his body, the overwhelmed feeling disappearing with your love and affection. “yeah, love? gonna make me come?” he grinned, pushing the hair out of your face as you lowered yourself to his crotch. 

he helped you take off his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers while you were still fully clothed, the contrast making him hard. you breathed over his hardness, a contrast to the cool ac. he gathered your hair in one fist, giving him a full view of you hungrily looking at his cock. “take it out.” he ordered, and you complied, untucking him from his boxers. “i’m glad you introduced me to everyone today. you did so well.” you said, your words warming his heart. he liked praise, sometimes, and you were trying to make this as good as possible, not knowing when you’d see him next. “had to make sure they knew my wife who sucks my cock so well.” he replied. “you gonna actually suck it, or you just gonna kneel there, looking so pretty on your knees?” you chuckled at his words. slowly, you licked him from base to tip, satisfied with the groan he gave you in return. “spit” you said, offering him your hand. he complied, and you brought it down back to his cock, working your hand up and down. you started with kitten licks, feeling him jerk in your hands at every touch. wetness pooled in your pajama shorts, and you shifted, letting the seam of the fabric work at your aching clit. “stop teasing or i-” he stopped with a moan as you put his entire length in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. you hummed and his cock twitched. you worked your mouth up and down, using your hand when you couldn’t go all the way. seeing him undone was turning you on as you shifted on your knees, letting your shorts work your clit. you swirled your tongue around his tip and went back down, your other hand gripping his balls with a short squeeze. 

he bucked into you, and you knew he was close as he started fucking your face. he reached the back of your mouth and tears streamed down your face, but you didn’t make him stop. your hand left his balls and went down to your clit, pushing your palm against it to find the friction you were chasing. “does getting your face fucked turn you on, dove? my little wife?” you whimpered and he moaned, pulling you closer to his cock. “gonna come on your face, open up.” he withdrew, sticky strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. you put your hand back on it and stroked, ropes of cum landing on your face and neck. your tongue darted out to taste him and he groaned, laying down fully on the bed. “that was so good, lovie. you did so well, come ‘ere.” you climbed on top of him, thighs messy with your own wetness. “need you inside me, si. need to come.” you stripped off your shirt and shorts, tits bouncing in his face. he took your nipple in his mouth and you groaned, hands pushing against the headboard to keep yourself upright. simon’s hands came to your hips, sitting you down with his half-hard cock against your ass. “give me a second.” he said in a raspy voice. “okay, old man.” you replied cheekily. he slapped your ass and you giggled. laughter turned to moans as his hand slid down, putting two fingers inside you. “look at you, so greedy for my cock. have you been fucking yourself with the toys i got you?” his other hand tweaked your nipple, a bit of pain in a rush of pleasure. “i have, thinking of you. been missing your cock.” his thumb circled your clit just the way you liked it as his other hand went up from your nipple, choking you. “show me.” he withdrew his fingers and you whimpered as he licked them. you shifted backwards, impaling yourself on him. “si, its too much.” you had forgotten how big he was, and you felt so full, stuffed with his cock. “you can take it, wife.” you both sat there for a minute, letting your leaking cunt adjust to his cock. his hands massaged your nipples, getting you wetter and wetter. “wait, i have a surprise for you.” you leaned over to your bedside table, still full of simon, and pulled out a small box. simon sat up a bit and opened it, smirking as he took in the contents. he withdrew the gold clamps, setting the box aside. his hand grasped your left tit as he sucked it slightly, then withdrew. he opened the clamp and closed it around your hard nipple, an electric shock of pain running through your system. “you like wearing jewelry for me, hm? looking pretty, all stuffed with my cock while the boys are sound asleep next door. wonder if they’re thinking about you, wife.” you gasped, images of being shared with simon’s teammates running through your mind. you had had threesomes with simon before, but never with that many participants. while you were distracted, he closed the clamp around your other nipple. he tugged on the chain connecting them, bringing your mind back to him. “they wouldn’t fuck you like this, though. won’t get you dripping after they fuck your face.” his hips started moving upwards now that you were adjusted to his length, hands resting on your hips. with the feeling of the clamps, his dirty talk, and your stimulated clit, you were right on the edge. “si, i’m gonna come. please let me come.” his hand moved from your hip to your clit. “come for me, dove.” you shattered with a moan, glad for the soundproofed walls. your thighs trembled as you sat back down on his cock, and simon could feel you weakening. 

he flipped you both over, staying inside you, and started fucking into you with abandon. his hand slipped under your head to protect it from hitting the headboard as he got rougher and rougher. your tits bounced, the clamps holding steady with every thrust. your hands came around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “my husband.” you groaned, never tiring of calling him that. your hands scratched his shoulders, urging him into you more and more. he changed the angle so he grinded against your pubic bone, and you could feel your second orgasm coming. “si, come with me. i want you inside.” he moaned into your shoulder, keeping the pace. “right there, love, im right there.” he panted, needing just a bit more. “fill me up, si. i’ll be making breakfast for the boys and they’ll see your cum running down my thighs. i’m yours.” you both came to that image as he pumped into you, making you leak with his cum. “fuck.” he collasped into you, holding off his weight as to not squish you. cock still inside, he removed the clamps, licking each nipple after. “did you think of me when you bought these?” he said, growling. “i got so horny i had to get off in the public bathroom right after. thinking of you the whole time.” you replied. “gonna make you wear these all the time now so your cunt is always ready for me.” he slipped out and you both sighed. 

he left and came back with a warm washcloth, cleaning you both up. you yawned, so tired from the night’s events, glad to have your husband home. simon turned off the lights and tucked you both in, ready to sleep with his love in his arms. “i’m home, dove.” he whispered, kissing your forehead and tangling his feet with yours.

“i’m home.”

#simon riley x reader #task force 141 #cod 141 #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley wife #tornadothoughts

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OP: wizard_bisan1 posted: March 23 2024. link

visual description: Bisan, an arab girl with black curly hair, standing in the street wearing a hoodie. In the background there are four story tall buildings that are white. A couple people are walking in the background and some cars and horses are moving past. One of the cars is an ambulance with the flag of Palestine and the flag of Kuwait. Two red signs with white writing can be seen but the text is blurry.

During the video 3 different pictures are put up on screen. First a photograph of Muhammad al-Nunu. Later two from a news article about the israeli soldiers attacking, one showing the soldiers and one showing a brown tanks, there is text in Arabic. Another of three boys carrying a dead person.

transcript:

Hey everyone, this is Bisan from Gaza. It's the day 69 after hundred of the genocide and the day 13 of the holy month of Ramadan.

And it's the day six of the besieging and invading of Al Shifa hospital, attacking the hospital, the displaced people inside, the doctors and the injuries by the israeli army and the israeli soldiers, the israeli tanks and bulldozers.

So for those who don't know, people are either inside one building of Shifa complex buildings, without water, without food, without the ability to move anywhere or to get outside that building and to be executed.

And talking about execution today, Muhammad al-Nunu, he is a doctor. The israeli army executed Muhammad al-Nunu because he refused to leave the unit that he is working in and refused to leave his patients and preferred to stay to complete their treatment because a lot of the ICU, of the intensive care unit patients died, passed away because there is no electricity, there is no food, there is no staff, there is bombing and burning for the hospital utilities.

So he refused to leave them and he was executed. He was killed in front of the people, in front of the patients. This is what is happening now in Al Shifa hospital.

It is a hospital and this is happening to them.

Thousands of people, women, children and innocent men and civilians are stuck in a building, in Al Shifa hospital without food, without water.

They started to drink the hospital storage saline solutions. It's the only liquids that they have.

And no one is talking about that. No one, no media, not enough media, no government, no one is talking about this.

And this is not the only horrific thing that happened today in the north of Gaza Strip, by the way, today between ten to 20 people were killed by the israeli shooting on the liquid roundabout while they were waiting for their humanitarian aid.

They were waiting for food because they're starving to death. In the north of Gaza Strip, in Ramadan months, they were waiting for food and they were killed by the israeli army.

How many times we need to scream more about that?

The north of Gaza Strip is under attack like it was the first days of this genocide. Exactly.

They are brutally killed and bombed. It is a hospital with thousands of innocent people, medical staff, injuries, civilians, and they are starved - to death. They are without water, without treatment

They are bleeding in front of each other until the death. And everyone is out of the building executed by snipers or inside starving to death.

This is what is happening now inside Al Shifa Hospital now, at this moment, for six days.

transcript end

caption:

North updates, very important.. watch to the end.

#free palestine #palestine #news #shifa hospital #al Shifa hospital #wizard bisan #gaza #north gaza #transcribed video #video #wizard_bisan1 #wizard bisan1 #journalism #TikTok #leve palestina #let gaza live

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"Captains Daughter" ● Chapter One ●

A/N Heyy!! welcome to the first chapter of my first fic posted on Tumblr!!! I want to thank you in advance for reading my work, please provide criticism and feedback, I would greatly appreciate it :) I want to keep this authors note short so without further ado (ew) heres chapter one!

Word count 954

You strode into the mess hall like you've done many times before. Only this time, you worked here. When you were younger your father, Captain John Price, would bring you up to the base some days. You remembered ogling at the huge Humvee's and armored tanks in the garages, and the rooms full of state of the art weaponry you would see in the video games you had on the xbox your dad had bought you for Christmas one year. Smiling at the memory, you hopped in line to get a bite to eat before your meeting, which immediately followed the allotted time for breakfast.

Steak and eggs were being served today, based on the relatively low level of complaining from the people around you, you assumed it was one of the better meals served on base. As a kid, you never ate on base when your dad would bring you. When you were really young he would go out to McDonalds to get a happy meal for you. As you got older you packed your own lunch.

After you received your meal, you found an open spot at a half filled table. Nodding at those who were already seated there, you settled in at the other end of the table, savoring what would likely be your last bit of alone time for the rest of the day.

Your first day at a new base felt almost like your first day at a new school, you thought as you wandered the corridors trying to find the meeting room your father had told you to report to. You scanned the endless doorways, looking for one labelled "Meeting room 7." Cursing as you passed another one labeled storage, you thought you would be late. Turning another corner in this Labyrinth that was supposed to become your second home, you finally found it. You twisted the handle and stepped into a room with a long wooden table, a whiteboard streaked with poorly erased marker lines, and five men seated around the table.

You were greeted with a beaming smile from your father as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you.

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter Y/N, she has been recently assigned to our unit and will begin training with us and joining us for missions today," your father beamed, proud that the young woman he raised would be joining his team.

You offered a shy wave and a smile to the rest of the room, you studied each of them as they introduced themselves.

"I'm Sergeant Kyle Garrick, but you can call me Gaz, one sporting a ball cap with the British flag imprinted on the front said. he had a light stubble on his chin and above his lip.

"Everyone calls me soap 'round here," The guy with the mohawk grinned, he appeared to be the goofiest out of the group. Next to him was a tall man, face obscured by a skull mask. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

"Ghost, Lieutenant," His thick Manchester accent stated. The exposed portion of his face was unreadable as he looked at you.

"Alejandro Vargas, Colonel, Mexican Special Forces," The last one to introduce himself said with a smile.

"Well, I'm excited to start working alongside you all, and i'm looking forward to getting to know you all," you responded kindly, receiving nods and murmured agreements in return.

The one who called himself soap beckoned you over and patted the seat next to him as your father started yakking about the day's tasks. He grinned as you sat down next to him.

"Price says your a sergeant," he queried.

"I am, and you?" you responded.

"twins," he laughed.

While Price droned on, you and Soap chatted about anything and everything. You half listened to your dad, not wanting to miss important information and have a huge fuck up your first day on the job.

Eventually, Soap gave you the run down on each member of the unit. You learned that him and Gaz were good friends, Alejandro leads another group called Los Vaqueros, and the real name of the scary ghost guy was Simon Riley.

"He's a man of few words at first, well actually he's always a man of few words," Soap corrected himself. "but he's a good guy when you get to know him, he's an excellent soldier too," he continued.

"I don't think he's very fond of me joining," you said.

"Naw, he'll come around eventually, he's just trying to act all tough" Soap insisted.

you hummed, tuning back into the meeting. Towards the end of it, your father mentioned assigning a training partner for you. Task Force 141 was in much more violent territory, with tougher foes. You would need extra help to catch up to the skill level of the rest of the group

"I'd like Ghost to assist Y/N in training," Price finished.

You could see Ghost's brows furrowing from the eye holes in his mask, You could see Ghosts brows furrow from the eye holes in his mask, they were a shade of light blue, almost grey. Other than that, Ghost had no comment about the order. Price dismissed the meeting.

You waited for everyone to clear out before walking up to your dad, he kissed your forehead and smiled at you "Need something kiddo?" He asked.

"Well I can't find where my bunk is for starters," you said sheepishly.

This new base was huge, in your old one everyone slept in barracks. Here, everyone gets their own room.

"Of course kid," He chuckled as you made your way out of the meeting room.

Today, you would settle in. Tomorrow, the real work begins.

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[fl3shm4id3n]

Wₑₐᵣᵢₙg ₕₑₑₗₛ ₐᵣₒᵤₙd ₜₕₑ ₛᵤₗₗy'ₛ

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 -👠𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: None

A/N: I couldn't squeeze a lot, but I manage to think of something. Hopefully ya'll like it. It's kinda short.

Masterlist

You no idea what heels were, until you found some in a storage unit in Hell's Gate. You were snooping around the unit and came across a pair of red heels. This was new to you. As well as weird, you were used to seen others wearing boots or just flat out tennis shoes to be comfortable.

But you couldn't help but grow curious and try them on. It was a pain at first, since the heels held your feet up in a different position and they'd hurt after some time. Same with walking in them. You'd wobble and stumble around a first, but you manage to walk on them.

After some time, you decided to show off your new heels to your friends. When you walked to the camp, you had to do it barefoot. At first you were going to wear your heels, but the very thin heel would bury itself onto the dirt and you nearly tripped a few times. So you just walked barefooted until you got to the camp.

Once at camp, the Sully kids were already out of the hut and just hanging around their home. As soon as you saw them, you showed them your new heels. They had no idea what they were, just like you the first time you had found them. Then you went up an explanation of what they were and so on.

Then you put them on, showing them how you became a pro at walking on them. All they did was stare at the shinny red heels that you walked around on. Not only that, but you saw how their ears would twitch slightly by the clicking of the heels on the hard ground.

Ever since then, you'd began to get teased. Specially by Lo'ak and Spider. They'd go on and on how you were slightly taller now and how you nearly reached Tuk's height. Those two just loved poking fun at you ever since your heels were shown to them.

Kiri didn't really get the point in you wearing them. At first she thought that you didn't really need heels to be taller. That you were fine just the way that you were. But you told her that you simply wore them because they were pretty and stylish. Kiri still couldn't help but wonder why you wore them. They seem like torture devices.

Out of all her Siblings, Tuk liked your heels. She thought they were funny in a way but also cute. She'd often ask you if she could look at them, which you allowed her. She'd just look at the heel as if she was trying to figure out how or why they were made the way that they were. She often wishes she could hear your heels just to be a bit more tall.

Neteyam didn't mind, he was all 'Alright' when it came to your heels. He too didn't think you needed them, but if you liked them and choose to wear them, cool. He'd ask question after question on why you wore such shoe that can and will cause you pain thought. He never understood why humans made things that could cause you pain.

When Neytiri had heard about your famous heels. She too got curious. When she saw you wearing them one day, she couldn't help but find the clicking of your heels a bit annoying. When you came to the hut, she'd tell you to take them off. She too wonders why humans wear such painful devices.

She then went to ask Jake about them. He didn't know much, but explained to her why humans women, and some times men wear heels. She didn't get it at first, but after some time she did. She still despised human things, specially those noisy torture devices.

#avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #sully kids x reader (platonic) #sully kids x fem reader (platonic) #sully kids x human reader (platonic) #female reader #female y/n #platonic fic #platonic relationships #cereza's writing #cereza's suggestions #cereza's requests #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰

[ukbathroomshoponline]

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[wellntruly]

If you read the novel Catch-22 (1961), about U.S. Army pilots & sundry stationed on a Greek island during World War II, you will encounter this off-hand description during the period where Yossarian is hiding in the field hospital:

At which you will either pause worryingly, or you’re normal.

I am not normal, because I have watched the television show M*A*S*H (1972-1983), about U.S. Army medical staff in a mobile surgical unit during the Korean War, and which features a character called Hawkeye Pierce, who frequently looks like this:

Now this bathrobe, iconic simply, appears red to the observer. However, deep into the run there is a line in which Hawkeye refers to it as "purple"—great consternation. But film cameras and light waves being what they are (capricious, devilish), it could very well be maroon in life. It could very well be maroon. It’s what I assumed after that comment. But what I'd never asked was, what is it made out of? Is that corduroy, could it be corduroy, could this be—

Oh noooooooo!

Why is Hawkeye the only one who is wearing the robe of patients from the last war, I ask you! Is it for the METAPHOR. To make me YELL. Did the costume department make it for him, or did they just already have one on hand in the WWII storage? Wait it wasn't real was it? Where is it, where is this robe!

Well babe, it’s in the Smithsonian:

A) of all, fucking fantastic, could not be a place I more want Alan Alda’s bathrobe as Hawkeye Pierce to be than the National Museum of American History. B) well well well well well, what do we have here:

[sic]

So looking THAT up brings you nothing that makes any sense, even trying to correct for spelling. But not to fear: historical re-enactors are here.

On the website of the “WW2 US Medical Research Centre,” an absolutely delightful combination of words and spelling brought to you by two European history buffs, and that’s Europeans who are obsessed with history, specifically American medical units in the 1940s, there’s a page for pajamas, and why look who’s here:

OH ho oh HO!

“Progressive Coat & Apron Mfg. Co.” is so similarly bizarre that I would be very willing to bet that something like idk, the imperfect process of digitizing thousands of records for a website catalog, could have absolutely resulted in “Agressive Coat and Manufacturing Company.” Which would mean yeah, yeah yeah: vintage World War II, slash Korea, just five years later. It was authentic, what they gave Alda to wear, along with his dog tags.

Just Hawkeye though still, which is what's odd.

BUT HANG ON.

Heeeeey now!

So I was recently reminded that in the pilot episode, but the pilot episode only, Wayne Rogers as Trapper John McIntyre also has the regulation corduroy MD/USA bathrobe! In fact, he actually has what would appear to become Hawkeye’s—observe the location of the embroidery. Pocket, like Hawkeye’s in every robe appearance after this first episode, the robe that ends up in the Smithsonian Museum. Whereas the one with the embroidery on the chest that's hanging above Hawkeye's cot here, a common variant that shows up when you’re searching around on military history websites, after this appearance I believe is seen just once more on a visiting colonel later in the first season, then quietly vanishes. Alda ends up in Trapper's, and stays in it for keeps, while Rogers gets, of all things, a cheery goldenrod terry number.

But like, why. Why just Hawkeye in the WWII surplus robe. Both Doyle and Watson have avenues here that I like to think about. For the Doylist side, I suspect it was a decision of like, this is simply too matchy. It’s 1972, our TV screens are small, we gotta take any chance we can get to distinguish these tall white men constantly wearing the same of two monochrome outfits.

In fact, I actually wonder if there was a world where Trapper might have stayed in the maroon and Hawkeye could have ended up in Henry’s robe.

The light blue & white striped bathrobe McLean Stevenson wore as Henry Blake was sold at auction in 2018, and the item description contains the curious detail of it having a handwritten tag inside reading “Hawkeye.” Well heeeyy again.

And here’s another curious detail:

There was a blue & white striped Army-issue robe as well

Now Henry’s is clearly NOT vintage WWII, lacking the pocket embroidery, being terry cloth, and also of course: pastel. But it’s INTERESTING, isn’t it? They had to have been GOING for that look, with that same unusual collar shape and that multi-stripe patterning.

(Also, for real 'what the hell even IS this color' fun, this militaria collectors purveyor has one of the maroon versions too, with photos you can page though and laugh as it flips between looking clearly purple and clearly red in every other photograph. Cameras!!!)

Anyway now we turn to the Watsonian explanation, which seems to run like this: the men at the 4077 were just casually passing their robes around to each other. It's about the intimacy in the face of war, etc. I can see bathrobes going missing when they bug out, getting stolen from the laundry by Klinger and scrapped for parts, being handed off to a poor cold Korean kid who needs it more, and then they need to get to the showers and one of them is like hey, just take mine, and then it’s his now. And eventually most of them end up in warmer-looking civilian robes than the Army holdovers that were being distributed early on, but Hawkeye, he just hung on to Trapper's.

And as a side effect, still looks like he's been injured in World War II.

#thank you for going with me on this journey #and thank you in particular: to Joseph Heller #really froze me in place at that line buddy #M*A*S*H #M*A*S*H hours #Catch 22 #Joseph Heller #WWII

[beansprean]

Who put this drama in my funny ghost au

My Familiar’s Ghost Part 10

Masterpost

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close up on a tall illuminated billboard-type sign that says “U-Store”. The night sky beyond is still dotted with a few stars, but clearly beginning to lighten. Offscreen, Nandor exclaims “Ugh, it is almost dawn! Guillermo should be very thankful to us for all the trouble we are going through for him.” Colin replies, “Oh, I intent to collect, energy-wise. Once we find his corporeal self, he’s gonna owe me, like, two screenings of “Queen of the Damned”. Just cycles of horniness, boredom, and rage for 200 minutes, and just enough Aaliyah on the screen to keep him from passing out.” 1b. Wide shot of Nandor and Colin walking through a corridor at an outdoor storage facility, each small garage-type door on either side fastened by a padlock on the bottom. Nandor looks around anxiously and asks “How do we know which one of these storage holes is correct?” Colin, walking ahead with his hands in his peacoat pockets and a smug smile on his face, brags “I bet I could puzzle it out. I’m a bit of a detective. What do we know about this Derek guy?” 1c. Close up of Nandor and Colin on a white background covered in ellipses, both looking to opposite sides and humming with a frown. Text in parentheses at the bottom answers the question: nothing. 1d. Close up of Nandor’s boots coming to a stop in front of an unremarkable storage unit. Colin continues from up ahead, offscreen, “Maybe we should have brought Stu along…” 1e. Close up of Colin turning around as Nandor announces from offscreen “It is this one.” Colin looks a little disappointed, saying “What? Aw, man. How can you tell?”

2a. Close up on a suddenly very serious and angry Nandor on a dark red splattered background, face thrown into sharp angles by deep shadow, eyes glowing gold beneath a heavily furrowed brow. He lifts his upper lip in a snarl, fangs long and gleaming, and responds, “I can smell Guillermo’s blood.” 2b. Close up on Nandor’s hand gripping the padlock on the storage unit and rattling it angrily. 2c. His grip tightens, denting the metal on all sides, and he pulls the lock straight off the hook, shattering the shackle completely with a loud SNAP.

3a. Shot from inside the storage unit as Nandor rolls the door up, he and Colin silhouetted by the light in the corridor and throwing long shadows into the room. In the foreground we see the storage unit is a plain concrete square containing a closed polished wood coffin on the left and a massive pool of bright red blood on the right. Some of it is splattered up the wall, and certainly looks to be more than a human could safely lose. 3b. Close up of Nandor and Colin in deep shadow, staring at what has been revealed. Nandor’s face is screwed up in an expression best described as rage struggling not to turn into sorrow, brow deeply furrowed and mouth pressed in a shaky line. His eyes, focused on the pool of blood, blaze gold. Colin stares at the same spot, brows lifted in horror and worry, and declares, “That’s…a lot of blood.” /end ID

#wwdits #my familiars ghost #nandor the relentless #colin robinson #nandermo #mlm #my art #fanart #image described #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #blood tw

[copperbadge]

[ID: A photo of Polk the tabby, lying on the flannel winter duvet on my bed; she has her face pressed against a bump in the blanket (my hip) and her paw tucked up under her head, and looks very adorable as she sleeps.]

Tough to get up in the morning when you wake up to this little face curled up in your armpit.

Getting back into the swing of NaClYoHo today, I did eventually get up. I needed to do some cooking but it was "babysitting" -- taking bread out of the fridge to rise, keeping an eye on a simmering pot, so I took some more measurements (I now know the measurements of most of the cupboards so I can order some thin birch "sheets" to use instead of paper liners) and also measured a space in the living room where I'm thinking of replacing the cat tree with a tall breakfast table.

I thought I had some birch sheets left over from when I put new "floors" into the bathroom cabinets; if they were anywhere they'd be in the storage locker that came with my unit, so I took some stuff I'd been meaning to store and went to dig around in it. I ended up organizing it since I almost had a barbecue grill fall on my head which is kind of impressive as a booby trap; took out some stuff that should have been thrown out last year, and also got the Christmas tree out, but didn't find any birch sheets so that's on the to-buy list.

There is a logic to doing this in November -- it's a corollary to NaNoWriMo, it's cleaning for the new year, everyone's stuck inside anyway -- but there is no denying that with December already an expensive month, doing this in November doesn't help matters. I'm more conscious of it than usual because I'm also dropping nearly ten grand on a new HVAC system, so cash is tight as I put disposable income towards paying that off, but I'm excited to make it happen, so there's that at least!

We're nearly to the end of the month! Everyone take a step back, a deep breath, and a moment to pat yourself on the back. If for no other reason than you've been putting up with me posting about it all month :D

#naclyoho #national clean your home month #dearborn and polk

[ms-demeanor]

okay i know this wasn't the point of the post but how is your dad storing 5k+ of dvds and etc. i am a slut for physical media but i am never not running out of space for it

When he was at the house that I'm currently living in, he had lined the entryway from floor to ceiling for the entire 15 feet of its length on both sides with shelves he built which were made out of 1x6 boards; I'm not sure how he's doing it in the house he lives in now because I haven't seen that house.

For the laserdiscs, he was in touch with all the laserdisc stores as they went out of business and would buy shelves off of them as they closed down or use magazine racks; at some point we packed most of the laserdiscs into rubbermaid totes and he only goes into the totes now if he needs to watch something that hasn't gotten another release or if there was a version on laser that was better than DVD (star wars before all the edits, for example) or if he wants to rotate out what movies he's got on display in his office, which is a seasonal thing that he does. This is maybe not a great solution because a rubbermaid tote full of laserdiscs is extremely fucking heavy.

Apparently he doesn't have room to store all of his stuff in texas so he does have a small storage unit but I don't know if that's full of media or memorabilia - he used to ask movie theater staff if he could have the posters they were taking down so he's got hundreds of movie posters so the storage unit might be for posters and such.

Side note: the entire fucking family is weird about movies. My sister was obsessed with the die hard movies (and jaws, and jurassic park) and my dad ended up getting her one of the huge movie-theater stand-ups of the good day to die hard posters for her birthday. The thing was like eight feet wide and twelve feet tall and it ended up existing as like, a moveable wall between our kitchen and living room for six months. I don't think the giant die hard poster (which was about 4x3x5 feet broken down into a box) made the move with them.

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 18/10/23

prompt: costume

pairing/character(s): steddie

warning suggestive content! idk this just happened

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"Not that I don't love this costume," Eddie begins once he and Steve close the front door of their apartment behind them, tugging Steve closer to him by the red puffer vest he's wearing, "Because believe me, I do."

He pulls him a little closer after the promise, keeping his gaze on Steve's own eyes as he speaks and only letting them trail down to his parted lips after he's done. The Marty McFly costume does look great on Steve, but it's just not what he was expecting after what Steve said a few nights ago.

"But I believe you promised me a 'special' one, and this just seems like a typical costume for Steve Harrington."

Being as close to Steve's face as he is, Eddie gets to see the red flush rise up his neck to his cheeks as he averts his gaze and bites his lip.

"Right." Steve mutters, looking vaguely anxious in a way that makes Eddie pause.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Steve sighs, and shakes his head in response.

"I was too nervous to wear it out. Didn't want people to judge me." He admits, and his eyeline meets the floor, chin tilted down. Eddie lifts a hand to hold his chin and guide it up so their eyes are locked again before he speaks.

"It was a gay bar, Stevie. Could've dressed in drag and no one woulda bat an eye."

"Too late now." Steve dismisses him, and attempts to walk away to throw his keys in the bowl by their shoe storage unit.

"Nuh uh uh," Eddie stops him by slipping a finger through one of the belt loops on the back of his jeans, "Come back here."

Steve huffs dramatically when he turns back around to look at Eddie.

"What."

"Just because the party won't see it doesn't mean it's not worth putting the costume on. I am very curious to see what had you so nervous, baby." Eddie encourages, and watches as Steve's lips quirk up into a tiny smile.

He's quiet for a second, and then.

"Okay." Steve says quietly, and swiftly walks off to their bedroom. Eddie goes to follow, but Steve calls through the door, "Wait in the living room!"

It's a fully forty five minutes later that Eddie hears the bedroom door open and close. He hadn't been expecting Steve to take that long getting changed, but the anticipation has been slowly rising. He knows that even if Steve comes out in a plastic trash bag, he'd still find him hot. So he's excited. Sue him.

But. He's been wearing his own halloween costume for a good five hours at this point, so he's started to take apart his own costume. Gone is the ridiculous pirate hat he's somehow not lost, loosened are the three separate belts, and untucked is the billowy shirt.

"Ready?" Steve calls from the hallway, and he sounds a little nervous.

"As I'll ever be!" Eddie calls back, straightening up in his seat and leaning a little so he'll be able to see Steve a second earlier. And then Steve walks through the doorway, a preemptive flush visible, and holy shit.

Eddie might pass away.

He starts at Steve's legs, trying not to openly gape at the sight of tall black stiletto heels paired with fishnet stockings. And then he drags his eyes up, trying not to imagine too vividly what pulling back the strap connecting to said stockings and letting it snap back against Steve's beautiful bare thighs.

And then he gets to the main event (in his opinion): the corset. It somehow looks better on Steve than it does on Tim Curry, even though Eddie can tell it's quite a cheap corset. It's tightened as much as Steve could manage on his own, and is accentuating a waist that previously Eddie's only been able to really see the dip of when Steve arches his back just so while he's seated in his lap.

He's pretty sure his mouth is watering. His boyfriend is so hot.

Finally. Finally. His eyes reach Steve's face. And he did not know Steve was capable of putting make up on like this. It's a little messy, but the bold eyeshadow is there, and the red lips that Eddie just knows will transfer and create a real mess when they inevitably make out later.

"What do you think?" Steve asks with nervous jazz hands.

"I think my boyfriend is hot as fuck." Eddie breathes out, and in a few seconds he's up and crowding into Steve's space, not quite kissing him but making sure his mouth is close enough that their lips brush with every word he speaks, "But I am glad you didn't wear this get up to the club. Every man with eyes would've been hitting on you."

"And we can't have that."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble

[no-less-than-a-god]

of Harvest, of Celebration, and of Rest (part 1)

Like clockwork, the area around the cult grounds cools around the same time every year. Leaves turn from green to shades of red, orange, and brown with slow death, and drift away from their mother branches as the wind begins to chill. Grass begins to lose its vibrancy. Followers’ fur starts growing in thicker. A warning from nature: prepare now, for the cold will be cruel.

It’s almost officially autumn in the cult. And with autumn, there’s harvest.

The harvest ritual has been done on the same morning as it has been done for many, many years. A day both the Lamb and Narinder feel in their immortal bones as the season officially changes, where preparations need to be planned and started to make sure the cult remains fed and warm throughout winter.

Out of all the rituals the Lamb has ever performed under the Red Crown, the harvest ritual is one created of simpler ingredients. Bones and organic substances for the crops to feed on, seeds and flowers for offerings, and the caster’s own blood are all that it needs.

But that doesn’t mean the ritual itself is easy. That doesn’t mean the ritual isn’t one known to fail, as the Lamb fights against not only nature, but their own domain. Preventing the deaths of important crops, urging their growth…it takes a lot of power.

Which is why, for the years the ritual succeeds, the cult celebrates.

Dawn breaks around the cult grounds, and two figures are already on the prowl, routine engraved in their actions. The Lamb ducks in and out of storage units made of sturdy wood and stone flanking the wide farm of the cult, where new seeds below the freshly tilled soil wait for eldritch power to wash over them; Narinder follows them like a shadow, a second pair of eyes to make sure the Lamb is not forgetting a single ingredient in their frenzied state of mind.

The seeds for this year’s ritual had been scavenged from their best pumpkin from the year before, and the flowers are fresh from Darkwood, gathered by Narinder before the sun winked awake. The bones are from fallen enemies over the past year, scraped and washed clean.

Last year’s ritual had failed, leaving the cult to scramble for food; the favored pumpkin, the one the Lamb had harvested for seeds, was one of the few things that grew. They’re determined to have it succeed this year, for both their followers’ and their own sakes. One winter of hunger in a row is bad enough.

With arms full of prized ingredients, the Lamb swiftly crosses the cult grounds towards the Temple that stands proud and tall near the center of the grounds. Although being one of the first structures built during the Lamb’s vesselhood, the Temple remains unaffected by the passage of time. The only time it has been touched upon in all its years of service was not too long after it was built, where a simple, unassuming room was added among the rafters to serve as a place of rest for the Lamb.

Narinder slinks away as the Lamb enters the Temple’s open doors, and he walks to the statue in the heart of the settlement. He places a hand upon it, feeling the warmth of devotion captured among the lamb-shaped block of stone.

The right half of the Red Crown above the god’s head quivers, and he walks away.

Rousing the cult for the harvest ritual has gotten easier over time, as the date slowly sinks into the follower’s tissues and bones and becomes an instinctive memory that shapes their bodies. Whether they realize it or not, all of them have been sleeping lightly the entire night, waiting for morning.

There was a large bell built many decades ago to help corral followers for days such as the following. Strong and made of the finest gold, the sound of it struck is loud enough to be heard from outside the cult.

Narinder finds his place at the bell, situated between the statue and summoning grounds for new cultists, and waits for the Lamb. It’s not long before his counterpart exits the Temple, and approaches the statue.

He idly watches as the Lamb places a hand upon the statue, shuts their eyes, and inhales deeply. 

Followers cannot see it, and for a long time the Lamb couldn’t either, but Narinder watches as the devotion spills from the statue as wispy trails of white, orbiting the Lamb as they sink into their being; their half of the Red Crown shakes with regained power as the last of the devotion is consumed for a few moments before it settles again, and stills.

The Lamb opens their eyes and looks at Narinder, gives them a silent nod, and retreats back to the Temple. When the last of their robes have disappeared behind the doors, Narinder turns back to the summoning bell; he grabs the mallet settled on its rack above the golden shape just starting to gleam in the rising sun, winds his arm back, and strikes.

The bell tolls, loud enough that Narinder’s ears instinctively pin to the back of his skull in an attempt to dampen the sound. He strikes it again with the mallet, and by the third toll, the compound is alive with sleep-muddled followers.

“What is it?” a possum asks as she approaches the bell, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Is it an emergency?” another, an axolotl, asks.

“You grass-brained dolts!” That comes from an elder, a blind rabbit, who approaches her fellow follows with her cane raised in self-righteous annoyance. She does not trip as she shuffles over. “Do you two not remember the days?”

“It’s the harvest ritual!” a young pup calls from the back of the quickly-growing crowd. His parents are too busy wrangling his younger sister and brother to stop him from screaming out, “Ma, do you think it’ll work this time?”

“Silence.” Narinder’s command is forgiving but firm; he does not need his and the Lamb’s followers sewing any drops of doubt right now, even from the kids. A hush immediately falls upon the crowd, and Narinder places the mallet back onto its rack as he addresses them, “The harvest ritual is nigh. Your leaders command those who are able to partake to don their ritual robes and make way to the Temple. Be hasty, preparations are almost done.” He bows his head slightly to dismiss the followers, and as quickly as they had gathered they are scattered once more.

Once upon a time, every ritual required the devotion and support of the entire cult to be cast. Now, it takes less than half. The followers involved in the harvest ritual, a select group, one that includes all farmers in the cult, rush to change to their robes as the rest of the cult makes way to the farm to surround it. If the ritual works, it will be a sight for all to behold.

Narinder stations himself at the Temple doors as the followers prepare. His eyes are focused around the settlement grounds, watching, as his ears listen intently to keep track of the Lamb’s movements from within, listening. Waiting.

He hears the sound of a blade being picked off the stone ground, soft footsteps approaching. Wordlessly, Narinder reaches his left hand behind him, and the Lamb clasps it between strong, hoofed fingers.

A thumb strokes his wrist, parting fur, and the blade in the Lamb’s hand swiftly cuts across his skin.

Blood from the caster is needed for the ritual, so both of them need to bleed. Narinder hears his own blood—a mixture of red and black ichor—drip viciously into the bowl the Lamb had already prepared of ground seeds and flowers. They let him bleed as Narinder continues keeping watch, and it’s not long before the Lamb has let go of Narinder’s hand. It drops gently to his side, where his sleeve will cover his blood-matted fur and quickly healing wound.

The first follower partaking in the ritual, a tortoiseshell cat with a golden skull necklace, approaches the Temple as Narinder hears the sound of the Lamb’s blade cut into their own wrist. He stands taller in the doorway, blocking the view and way inside.

They both would rather not let their followers see them bleed.

The cat follower settles her walk a short distance from Narinder, and looks at him with knowing eyes. She says nothing, but respectfully waits.

He doesn’t move to allow her inside until he hears the Lamb beginning to paint symbols upon the Temple floor with intertwined blood. The follower bows her head as she passes Narinder, and makes her way to her place. She doesn’t need to be told to not step on the bloody sigil.

More followers arrive after her. In total, there are twelve of them partaking in the ritual, each dressed in red, formal robes not too different from the Lamb’s own attire. They stand on the stone floor, each follower in their place at each of the sigil’s points, feet surrounded in their own circle of blood. The Lamb and Narinder stand above them, at the altar. The doors have long been closed.

The ritual begins with a chant that only the gods understand the words of. The followers kneel where they stood, hands clasping as they offer more devotion to the Lamb, to the ritual. The Temple begins to glow from the inside, the sigil alighting as if in flames, and the followers have to shut their eyes to save their vision. The bones piled into the middle of the room begin to dissolve as an eldritch force consumes them, and that’s when the Lamb strikes with their power.

It’s not a fight that’s visible, but it’s one fought valiantly. Their eyes begin to bleed with exertion, with their power, and Narinder allows his own devotion and power to mix in for support. He might not be the main caster of the ritual, but that doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to help. The chanting does not stop as the fight for rights and control continues. Both halves of the Red Crown shake. Narinder keeps his eyes glued to the Lamb.

A deep thrum suddenly sparks in both of their veins. The ritual had taken, and succeeded.

A tangible snap was felt inside the Temple as the ritual fell to its end, leaving nothing in its wake except for twelve slightly disoriented followers, who were beginning to open their eyes and look around, and their gods.

The Lamb’s eyes still drip slightly with blood, and they quickly duck their head to wipe it away with the hem of their robes; Narinder stands close by, keeping two eyes on the Lamb, and the third on the followers.

They’re standing up from the stone floor as he watches them, brushing their robes off and discovering the lack of what was there before with slight confusion, before realization dawns. They make eye contact with each other, and the excitement is palpable in the air as they turn towards the Temple doors and rush out to the farm to see the year’s spoils. The door slams shut behind the last follower, the tortoiseshell, but not before she gives one last look back to her leaders, and nods her head respectfully before following her comrades.

The Lamb sighs once the two of them are alone, a fraction of their weight shifting to the leftt; Narinder shifts to the right, and presses his side against theirs, holding the weight. He knows this ritual specifically takes much energy out of the Lamb, and they will not have many moments to rest until the cult’s celebration has ceased.

“Tired?” Narinder asks. He allows them to remain standing at the altar, where the two can catch a moment of tranquility before the cult truly shifts into a lively and chaotic energy.

“Yes,” the Lamb replies, and rubs away the rest of the blood from around their eyes as they continue, “but also relieved.”

“Shall we take a moment of repose before helping the farmers with their harvest?” All of Narinder’s eyes are watching the Lamb, carefully observing them. He watches as they remain at his side for a few moments, before they straighten back to their full height.

“Rest shall come after reward. It will be beneficial to help our flock, so that they may begin their own preparations.”

Narinder doesn’t reply, but he falls in step with the Lamb as they walk away from the altar and to the doors. Together, the gods leave the Temple, and approach the farm.

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Hello! I meant for this to be a short and sweet drabble to post as my first official piece of actual story for this au yesterday, but it... got out of hand. What you just read was 2.1k words, and roughly only half of what I plan to write, hence the "part 1" in the title. I plan to have the second part out this upcoming Tuesday, though; hopefully, I can post it much earlier than that

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The King

Chapter 4

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

Violet twirled around in the office chair, the never-ending voice of Debra ringing in her ears, and she groaned silently. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea at all. Her mother, Debra, and Wendy mostly typed on their computers while gossiping about each other, or more likely, it was Debra talking and Wendy and her mother laughing back in response. Her mother must have conditioned herself to endure Debra, because how on earth could she survive every day like this? Violet had sat and pretended to listen to her mother while she explained what her role was and what she was doing on her computer, although she generally couldn't concentrate with Debra’s snorting laugh in the background, and Violet’s fuse was getting lower and lower. 

She was getting ready to explode, and sooner or later, she was going to need a cigarette. But she couldn't—not here, not on government property. Surely there were other employees here who went out for smoke breaks; we can’t all be good people. But she didn’t want to disappoint her mother, and this was her only opportunity to even get a chance at seeing James again, so she knew she couldn't blow it. 

“Violet, are you listening?" Her mother said this as she stopped spinning abruptly and faced her mother. 

“Oh, yeah,” she said, and her mother huffed. 

“Come on, you're supposed to be paying attention to what I’m doing." Violet brought her chair in closer and said it in a hushed voice. 

“No offence, mom, but how can I when I’ve got Debra laughing and snorting like a pig every three seconds?” As if on cue, Debra laughed with a snort, and Violet groaned. She was really getting on her nerves. In a minute, she was going to pick up that stapler and throw it at her stupid head to shut her up.

“Just ignore her; it’s what I do; now I wanted to show you this." Violet did wonder if any of the information her mother was showing her was classified, but she assured her it wasn’t. If it were, her boss wouldn’t have let her have her daughter here for work experience. Her mother was showing her some sort of spreadsheet that Violet pretended to understand, and she nodded along. 

"Oh, shoot, we’re out of paper; I just need to get some for the printer,” her mother began to say when Violet quickly got up before her. 

“I’ll get it; I could do with stretching my legs and getting away from,” she silently nodded her head in Debra’s direction, who luckily had her back to her so she didn’t see, and her mother slightly giggled but rolled her eyes at the same time. 

“Alright, if you go down to the storage room, there’s a pack of printer paper. We need 80gsm; otherwise, it doesn’t work, and can you also get some post-it notes? I’m running low,” her mother ordered, and she nodded, eagerly skipping out of the stuffy office and into the cool, air-conditioned hallway. Violet made it her mission to go to the storage room, but at the same time she was on the hunt for something—or someone else. Wandering the corridors, she gazed in wonder at the pictures adorning the walls, the glass cases with historical images, and several tall flags. This country prided itself on its army, and it sent a warm feeling inside Violet.

As she reached the end of the hallway, she saw an elevator. Perfect. The general office must be on the top floor. The elevator had wooden dark doors matching the interior of the hallways, and she pressed for it to go up, bouncing from one leg to another and racing inside. She pressed the number for the top floor and felt it move up. Her heart was beating fast, her stomach tossing and turning as if on a rollercoaster, and she quickly stared in the giant mirror behind her, sorting her hair and makeup out. The doors dinged open, and she stepped out into the busy hallway. 

Several men in fine suits walked past her, but they didn’t acknowledge her or even notice she was there. She stood out like a sore thumb, a thin, petite girl in black and white standing in the corridor of a US army base. It was bright and yet again filled with historical memorabilia. Violet stepped out just before the elevator doors sucked her back in, and she wondered down the hallway, staring up in awe at everything.

There were voices up ahead from two men talking loudly. She decided not to head that way and went down a different hall. She passed many doors but was too nervous to open them, fearing she might enter in on an important meeting or someone she shouldn’t be stepping into. There was no doubt that she shouldn't be up here, but who were they to tell her she couldn’t come up here? She was Violet fucking Wallace, and she could do whatever she liked. If they asked, she’d just say she got lost. Besides, the more experience, the better, right?

Wandering the corridor, she heard a sweet voice up ahead. She looked up and saw the grand doors of an office. Wide and dark, with bright gold handles, she could only imagine who was behind them. Had she found him? Was he just up ahead? Her feet were moving faster than she thought, and her eyes stared forward as the doors grew bigger and closer. But it ended abruptly as she headed into something hard. She stumbled back, and a pain went through her head at the impact. 

“Excuse me, what are you doing up here?” Violet hummed in confusion, catching her balance before looking up and gasping softly. A tall man stood in front of her, most likely the hard thing she bumped into, and glared down at her. He had short, dark hair, and he wore a professional uniform. He had a dark scowl on his face, one that was intimidating and stern, and Violet swallowed. Shit, she was in trouble. She knew she shouldn’t be up here, and the tall, frightening man made her stutter on her words.

“I was just looking for the storage room; I’m here on work experience,” she uttered with a squeak in her voice. It wasn’t like her to get scared and intimidated. She normally would have stood up to someone like this. But this was obviously an important officer of the army, whatever his rank, and she didn’t want to piss them off. 

"Well, this clearly isn't the storage room. This is a classified area; you shouldn’t be up here, little girl,” he scolded, and Violet felt a flash of anger transfer through her. She stood as tall as she could, glaring up at him, and was about to throw a mean word at him, something along the lines of an ugly frog, only because he looked like a frog with his strangely cut hair and wide mouth. "Listen, frog,“ but a voice cut her off—a softer voice and one she had been looking forward to all day. 

“What’s going on?” The two of them turned as James stepped over, standing tall and proud. Violet felt her breath get taken away, as if carried off by angels, and she stared up at him. He was just as gorgeous as she remembered. Only this time he was dressed in his generals uniform, all those shiny medals on his chest, the tie tightly around his neck but still showing it off, the beard still there just as she had hoped. She liked him more with the beard. And those dazzling blue eyes were still there. His dark lashes shadowed them. Oh, they were to die for. Violet got a whiff of his rich cologne, which took over her like a drug—better than any in the entire world—and she had to hold herself together. As James stepped into the circle of the three of them, he looked towards her and the man beside him, acting as if he didn’t know her or had ever seen her. 

“This girl is in a classified area of the base; she shouldn’t be here,” he scolded the general, who glanced at her, his eyes blinking downward. 

“And as I said, I’m on work experience; my mom sent me to go get paper from the storage room,” she sassed back to him, to which he glared at her and took a threatening step forward. 

“You should watch who you’re speaking to, young lady or not.“.

"Okay, thank you, Sergeant." James halted him, pressing a hand against his stomach to further prevent him from moving forward and giving him a pointed look. 

“I’ll take it from here,” James assured him, and the man, now known as a sergeant to Violet, looked back at him with shock. 

"But, sir, she’s-“.

“I said I'd take it from here,” James repeated in a low voice, one that sounded like he shouldn't be questioned, and the sergeant scoffed, glaring down at Violet, who equally glared back at him before he stormed off. Violet hummed in delight to herself as she watched him scurry off in defeat. She liked winning. But she was suddenly brought back to life when his voice addressed her, and she turned to face him. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you standing outside my office,” he said in surprise as he stood firmly in front of her. She wasn’t sure if it was the uniform or not, but he looked taller, and she liked it. Violet cleared her throat and threw a piece of hair over her shoulder, smiling up at him. 

“I really was trying to find the storage room. I’m here on work experience with my mom,” she said innocently, as if she had done no wrong, and he smiled. 

“Thinking about joining the army,” he said with a raised brow. 

“Maybe if someone can convince me to,” she shrugged, as if hinting at James that she wanted him to do that. If he told her to join the army now, she’d sign up without a doubt. James chuckled, looking down at his shoes, and shook his head. 

“If I’m going to be honest, I’d say no,” he said, and she furrowed her brows at him in shock. 

“Really, but you’re the general of the US Army,” she pointed out as if he didn’t know it, and he nodded. 

“Yes, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Long hours, hard work, less social life, lots of travelling—you're too young to be doing all that.” Again, he had told her she was too young for something, and Violet felt the urge to argue back. But she didn’t. She hummed and twiddled a piece of hair around her finger.

"Yeah, it doesn’t sound like you get much of a social life,” she admitted, and he nodded. 

“If you’ll excuse me a minute,” he said. He turned away and walked a couple feet to the left, where a young lady sat at a large wooden desk with gold accents on it. She wore dark black glasses on her natural face, with her hair in a neat up-do. She wore a white blouse and black skirt with black sheet tights and heels. James handed her some documents he had been holding in his hand and whispered something in a hushed tone, and she nodded politely. 

"Yes, sir,” she answered, and Violet realised the sweet voice she heard earlier belonged to her. She was very pretty and looked very professional, and Violet assumed she was some sort of secretary. She suddenly felt a little jealous that she was getting all his attention and not hers. She shot a glare at her, although the pretty secretary didn’t look her way, and stood from her desk, carrying the documents James had just handed her, and strutted down the hallway, adjusting her glasses on her noses. She was tall, all legs, and a perfect figure, and it only fuelled more jealousy in Violet. But as she trotted down the hallway like an obedient horse, Violet realised it was just her and James. 

“Sorry about that,” he said simply as he came to stand in front of her again. His cologne swept between them, and Violet breathed it in deeply, almost moaning at the rich scent. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were the general of the US Army,” she said, crossing her arms as she stared up at him, and he chuckled. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” he replied, and she hummed. 

“By the way, I did have a cigarette that night,” she sassed, and he smirked.

"I thought you would. If you want to join the army, you’d have to quit smoking,” he said, and she raised a brow at him.

“Really, I bet hundreds of those soldiers were smoking that night. I bet you’ve smoked,” she grinned, trying to get some dirt on him, and he shook his head. 

“I don’t doubt that my men smoke, but if you want to join the army, you have to show you’re physically fit to join, and a smoker is not,” he explained. Violet scoffed. She was fitter than anything. Although she rarely made it to gym class, she still had a thin figure, and she hadn't reached that smoker's stage of coughing their lungs out and sounding like one. 

“I’m fit as a fiddle, and I smoke. I mean, not all the time, but here and there,” she shrugged. That might have been an understatement. She had at least two cigarettes a day. She didn’t even know why she cared. She wasn’t actually going to join the army, but something made her want to prove him wrong, and he chuckled.

“Wait a year, and we’ll see. And no, I don’t smoke, and I never have, and I never will,” he said softly. 

"Really, have you not even tried one?” She asked, and he shook his head. 

"Well, you can’t say you don’t own a cigarette; I gave you one,” she pointed out, and he tilted his head up slightly. 

"Yes, you did, but I did that to keep you from smoking it, not for me to smoke it,” he corrected. In fact, the little sin stick was still in his jacket pocket from dinner night. 

“So if you’re not wanting to join the army, why are you here?” He asked, and Violet sighed a little. She, of course, wasn’t going to tell him she was only here to see him; otherwise, she really would look like a creep.

“My grades are falling a little, and if I’m going to get a decent job, I need some life skills,” she admitted, and he frowned a little. 

“How come your grades are falling?” He asked, and she scoffed, looking up from her dark eyes. 

“Because I don’t pay attention in school. School is just not for me. I’d much rather go out and enjoy life while I can,” she smiled with a cheeky grin, and James hummed. 

“But you risk not being able to get a good job and a salary. If you don’t work, how are you going to afford your sin sticks?” he said, and Violet felt her mouth drop open in shock but gathered herself quickly before James could bask in that moment of winning. He had a point: no job equals no cigarettes, no booze, no nothing. 

“Which is why I’m here?” She held her hands out, and James softly laughed under his breath. 

“I see”.

“Maybe you could show me around, tell me what goes on around here, and give me some work experience; perhaps let me in on some secrets.” She winked, hoping he would say yes. 

"Well, as much as I would like to, Sergeant Mills is right; you are in a classified area of the building, one you shouldn’t really be in,” he said with a tilt of his head and a raise of his brow, and both movements sent the tingles pushing through Violet’s body. Oh, how this man was making her feel things she had never felt before, and he was doing such an easy job of it. All he had to do was look at her, and she was begging for more. 

“You’re right; I’m sorry,” she said in a true voice. She suddenly didn’t like upsetting him and wanted to do whatever it took to please him. 

"However, I can show you to the storage room,” he said, and Violet’s face lit up. 

It seemed funny to her that James, the general of the US Army, had the highest rank you could have and knew where the storage room was. It didn’t seem like a place he would ever venture to. But Violet was not complaining. In fact, she was jumping for joy that James was escorting her to the storage room. On the way, they passed a few men dressed in formal uniforms, most likely other sergeants or officers, and she noticed they didn't dare question or give their general a look of uncertainty about the young girl walking next to him. Violet hadn't even begun to think of how long she had been gone and what her mother was thinking; she was just basking in James and his company. 

The storage room was located on the lower levels of the building, and he led her to a plain door, opening it for her and revealing stacks of papers, brown folders, brown envelopes, sticky notes, pens, and other stationery needed around the offices. 

"Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him. 

“Your welcome; it was nice to see you again, Violet,” he said softly, as if he wasn’t going to see her again. 

"Well, get used to it because I’m going to be here every day,” she grinned. She had decided then that she was going to do work experience every day. He was her nicotine rush; even after talking about cigarettes, she didn’t even want one; she wanted him. 

“Are you going to be able to fit that in with school?” He asked with a frown. 

“Yes, I can come after school and on the weekends,” she shrugged simply. 

“Forgive me, but how is work experience here going to help with your grades?” He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, and Violet was a little stumped. It wasn't, but she needed her fix on James and had no other excuse. 

“It’s teaching me about life and what it’s going to be like out there.”.

“Maybe you need a tutor, some extra studying?” He advised, and Violet sighed. 

“My mom can’t afford a tutor, and there’s no point. I don’t want to learn, but I’m hoping maybe this might open my eyes a bit and make me focus more if I know I can be like someone here, someone important, or someone who can actually do something,” she said truthfully. It was the first time the words coming out of her mouth were true and meant something. It did scare her to think that if she failed everything in life, she’d be homeless, living on the streets, and end up being a crack addict and having to sell her toes for a single hit. She grimaced at the image of the homeless she saw during her nightly travels—the skinny, frail men and women begging for drugs and money, the ones without their teeth and glassy eyes that meant they were high nonstop. No, she didn’t want to stoop to that level of life. 

“I’m sure you can; you just have to focus. Perhaps you just need a little structure and some discipline in your life. Anyone can learn if they put their mind to it, and anyone can do anything as long as they put the effort in. You shouldn’t be hard on yourself. I know someone like you who hated school, and now he’s a businessman with a million-dollar company.”.

Violet looked up at James, her eyes softer and lighter than before, and she shyly smiled. She felt a warmth inside her, and she liked it. For once, someone wasn’t having a go at her for failing. Everyone was so quick to judge her, but not James. Even the first time they met, he didn’t snap or treat her like a reckless child. 

"Really?” she asked quietly, and he nodded. And then, to her shock and delight, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a light squeeze. 

“We can all have a little fun in life; otherwise, we’d be boring as fuck. But remember that life isn’t just handed to you; you have to earn it through hard work, and soon enough, it pays off.” He smiled lightly, lifted his hand off her shoulder, and gently took her chin in his finger and thumb, giving it a sweet caress before dropping and walking off without another word. Violet scurried into the storage room, slamming the door behind her and letting out a shaken breath of excitement, nerves, and wonder. She reached up and touched her chin, just where he had touched her, and closed her eyes, remembering that sweet, beautiful touch. 

Chapter 5

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